Her punch connected, and she was momentarily pleased with herself for having earned Koa's praise; but then she remembered everything that they were and would never be, and she simply nodded in thanks. He reached for her hands and the spark between them as he positioned her fist was undeniable, a painful reminder of what she had destroyed that left her own cheeks pink with heat. Gods, why did this have to be so hard? She'd made her decision, so why was it so difficult to stick with it?
Raising her fists again, she waited for Koa to hold up the pads, then huffed a breath of concentration. She could get through this. She would get through this. She just might not make it through entirely unscathed.
The feel of her fist with her thumb out was different, but Koa wasn't the first person to remind her of the proper punching form, and she concentrated on that rather than on him as she prepared to throw another punch: this time, a quick one-two before returning to her defensive stance. "It's better that way," she admitted. Then she paused, considering. "A real opponent would hit back," she pointed out. Maybe a spar would be a better idea than a lesson.
Raising her fists again, she waited for Koa to hold up the pads, then huffed a breath of concentration. She could get through this. She would get through this. She just might not make it through entirely unscathed.
The feel of her fist with her thumb out was different, but Koa wasn't the first person to remind her of the proper punching form, and she concentrated on that rather than on him as she prepared to throw another punch: this time, a quick one-two before returning to her defensive stance. "It's better that way," she admitted. Then she paused, considering. "A real opponent would hit back," she pointed out. Maybe a spar would be a better idea than a lesson.
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